This is a very slow pace of book, and I actually kind of loved it. It feels so perfectly fitting for the life the three women have in Baghdad. The dull slog through every day for Ally. The intolerable passing of time for Rania and Huda. The burn building just under the surface, while the face must remain impassive. Or more colloquially, like that saying about how a serenely gliding duck is paddling madly just under the surface of the water.
This brushed with some of the most painful things in life. It mentioned them, and moved on, because that's the way the women must be if they want to keep their lives. The brusque attitude towards horrors, the horrified casualness in dismissing them... it sinks in deep.
Plot was solid. Progression was slow and steady, and then the last third of the book absolutely flew by for me. No romance, just pain and love of a different kind.